#ifyouknowyouknow

[vanta-bat]

tickled by the idea of batman dating bunch of entities with god like powers that behave like badly trained attack dogs does the batman design look like he is magic user ? he is magic user in the au

[the-most-humble-blog]

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❤️‍🔥 IF I WERE YOUR LAST

If I were your last love your final chance to feel something that wasn’t routine, wasn’t scrolling, wasn’t the hollow company of strangers in passing

Would you treat me differently?

Would you look up from your phone, look me in the eye, and say something real?

Or would you keep waiting for me to talk first, for someone else to move the story forward, like life itself is supposed to be your servant?

If you knew that life’s window was shorter than you imagine whether it’s ten more years, ten more days, or ten more breaths

Would you burn brighter? Would you light the fire under your ass? Or would you stay still, frozen, letting the cold crawl into your veins until the darkness folded you in quietly?

Statistics don’t lie: Most people never say “I love you” the last time they see someone they love. Not because they didn’t feel it, but because they thought they had more time.

Half of all final words are mundane: “See you later.” “Don’t forget the milk.” “Drive safe.”

And then—silence. The last page of a book you didn’t know was ending.

Would you smile at the “strange” men more kindly, if you didn’t know which of them was carrying the last message fate ever sent you?

Would you greet the “weird” ones warmly, not realizing that love never wears a label, that it sometimes comes wrapped in plain brown paper, or in a voice that stutters, or in a face that doesn’t fit your aesthetic feed?

If your real love the one who actually saw you, the one who could have changed the arc of your story crossed your path just once, would you know it?

Or would you keep walking, and never realize you had just stepped past eternity?

You check your watch like you own time. But what if time is checking you? What if Father Time himself is watching you with a kind of sinister curiosity, leaning closer each day, marking your patterns, wondering when you’ll finally figure it out?

Every day, 150,000 people die. Today. Tomorrow. Every single day. And not one of them expected that Tuesday to be the last time they brushed their teeth, rolled their eyes, ignored a text, or swallowed words they should’ve said.

Maybe you would change. Maybe you’d smile more. Maybe you’d risk rejection instead of living as a ghost.

Or maybe you wouldn’t. Maybe you’re a sadomasochist wired to prolong the pain, to savor the ache, to choose self-denial because it feels safer than self-revelation.

That’s not my business.

But one thing I am sure of one thing no prayer, excuse, or distraction can cover

> You’re not above it.

Not above the countdown. Not above regret. Not above the fire or the cold. Not above missing the moment that could have been your last.

And when it is your last whether you notice it or not that silence you kept, that chance you didn’t take, that word you swallowed, will echo louder than any noise you made in life.

🩸 Here’s the part you don’t want to hear: On average, you’ve already met 80–90% of the people you’ll ever meet in your life. The strangers around you right now? The cashier, the commuter, the neighbor you avoid? One of them could’ve been your last chance at real connection. And you didn’t even look up.

hmm...in contemplation…An interesting thought, huh?

…But

If I were your last your last love, your last chance, your last witness I wouldn’t tell you.

Because the point isn’t me. It’s you.

Whether you wait for someone to come save you, or whether you finally speak, finally act, finally burn like you always could have.

Because last times never come with a warning. They just arrive, take everything, and leave you wishing you had known.

💭 Reblog if this left a crack in your chest. Save for the days you think time waits for you. Share with someone who hides behind silence. Follow for more mortality-sermons, intimacy traps, and truth grenades.

Read more cadence-based reality fractures and anti-gaslight transmissions at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

🛡️ Blacksite Literature. Scrolltrap psychology.

🐺 Reminder: Wolves don’t care what you call them. Your throat remains exposed.

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[lunarbrushed]

Arcane is just bisexual panic animated in 4k

[bat-bit-arts0208]

Yoo me and @zenith-ii found a celebrity

[asha-mage]

Tagged by @flame-of-tar-valon to post my nine favorite games, so here they are (in no particular order):

We have one shared game (Octopath Traveler II!) I've also played Portal 2, Final Fantasy XIV, and Fire Emblem: Three Houses off their list (Three Houses amost made it onto this list, but in the went with Triangle Strategy instead. I love both to be clear, but Triangle Strategy is one of those games that just re-wired parts of my brain during the pandemic). I also almost included The Sims 4, but in the end it lost out to CK3 (if I had a tenth slot it would probably go to The Sims 4).

Tagging @reflectionsofacreator @clearancecreedwatersurvival @highladyluck @darkfeanix and anyone else that wants to join!

[gh0stn3t]

U R B A N M Y T H S

GH0STN3T RECORDS — OFFICIAL RELEASE

∴ TRANSMISSION CONFIRMED ∴

URBAN MYTHS by TENGUSHEE OUT NOW.

Three tracks. One fracture line.

⌘ VEILBREAKER ⌘ FIGHT FOR THE NIGHT ⌘ BLACK RABBIT PROTOCOL

This is not a concept EP. This is a field report.

Recorded between 03:16 and the hour that didn’t exist, URBAN MYTHS documents contact events across the Earth Realm theatre — breakbeat backbone, sub-bass pressure, glitch distortion, and signal interference embedded with intent.

The line is thin. The paths converge. The sky folds instead of flies.

VEILBREAKER deals with surgical extraction. FIGHT FOR THE NIGHT documents active skirmish under BLACK RABBIT PROTOCOL. BLACK RABBIT PROTOCOL itself is the warning: Order of Echo agents present. Feral. Hostile. Engaged.

No damage. No explosion. Just correction.

This release operates at the intersection of:

☍ Urban legend ⧖ Classified report ⌇ Ritual bass ⁂ Midnight Zone transmission

Faewave is not nostalgia. Faewave is fracture.

If you’ve seen the light above the tower block, if your CCTV skipped an hour, if the alley felt occupied when it was empty —

you already understand.

It’s all truth.

Especially the lies.

🛰 STREAM / ACQUIRE / DECODE:

URBAN MYTHS – Tengushee

A transmission from the Midnight Zone. A shard of The Endless Chronicles.

Gh0stN3t Records Signal persists.

[pocketsizedgfs]

My little lover but two girls crushing or dating edition when

[je-suis-milord]

È per chi pensa troppo quando tutto tace.